“FUCK IT, IT’S ZAC’S BIRTHDAY (GOD MODE)”

Lyrics

🎵 [Beat Drops HARD—heavy bass, dark cinematic energy] 🎵

🎤 [Verse 1] (Aggressive, playful roasting, setting the tone)
Ayo Zac, happy motherfuckin’ birthday, son,
Turned 20 today, now the chaos begun,
You 6 feet tall, got that arm-wrestlin’ grip,
But still need Danny to do your homework, bitch!

Talkin’ MMA, you wanna step in the cage?
Better train hard, motherfucker, don’t skip leg day!
Got Amar & Somay, that’s your ride-or-die crew,
But they bettin’ on your fights like, "Bro, we need revenue!"

🎤 [Chorus] (Hyped-Up Hook, Anthemic Fight Energy)
Fuck it, it’s Zac’s birthday, light that shit up! 🔥
Middle fingers up, man, we don’t give a fuck! 🖕
Bass bumpin’, speakers crack, neighbors callin’ the cops,
Ain’t no bedtime, bitch, this party don’t stop! 🚨

🎤 [Verse 2] (MMA Grind Bars, Fight Mentality 🥊🔥)
Ayo, you study at V.I.T., but let’s be real,
That “slave brother” Danny the one closin’ the deal,
Guitar in one hand, the other crackin’ skulls,
This ain’t just a hobby, boy, you tryna be a bull!

6-foot frame, got the reach like a pro,
But can you dodge a punch? Man, we finna know!
20 years deep, no losses, just wins,
But still, you ain't seen real bruises on your shins!

Sparrin’ at midnight, body shots hittin’,
Leg kicks landin’, opponents stay quittin’!
Get in the clinch, grab the back, let it rain,
Tap-out or blackout, motherfucker, pick a pain!

🎤 [Chorus] (Hook Repeats, High-Impact Energy!)
Fuck it, it’s Zac’s birthday, light that shit up! 🔥
Middle fingers up, man, we don’t give a fuck! 🖕
Bass bumpin’, speakers crack, neighbors callin’ the cops,
Ain’t no bedtime, bitch, this party don’t stop! 🚨

🎤 [Godzilla-Speed Verse] (Machine-Gun Flow, Insane Bars 🔥🔥🔥)
(Airhorns, Beat Switches, Time to Flex)

🎵 [Beat slows for 2 seconds, then EXPLODES] 🎵

Fast-Flow Mode Engaged:
Fuckin’ around and I’m back on the track and I’m murderin’ syllables, killin’ the beat,
Zac in the middle, he flexin’ a little, but still need Danny for all of his sheets,
Amar and Somay, they laughin’, they jokin’, they know he’s a savage in fights,
But when it’s exams, he textin’ his bro like, "Yo, get this shit done by tonight!"

Fuck what they talkin’ about, ain’t no stoppin’ now,
Roll up the mat, throw ‘em down to the ground,
Choke ‘til they tap, leave ‘em breathless, G,
MMA life? Bitch, welcome to V.I.T.!

🎤 [Outro] (Final Mic Drop, Ultimate Finishing Line)
Ayo, fuck cake, fuck balloons, fuck a bitch that ain't true,
Only real ones in your circle, the rest? Fuck ‘em too!
So take this track, play it loud, let ‘em hear it in space,
Happy fuckin’ birthday, now get outta my face! 🚀